Another Reminder to Ride Safe
I spent this past weekend at the second annual Eureka Springs ZZR1200 Rally. Sadly, a ZZR rider from Missouri crashed on Talimena Scenic Byway Friday afternoon. He and his motorcycle left the roadway and struck a tree. Despite him wearing all the right safety gear and aggressive and immediate CPR administered by those riding with him, he died on the scene. (Obituary is here.)
I'd just been through there that morning with my friend Greg Ruffin, both of us mounted on our CBR1000RR's en route to Eureka Springs. (In fact, we passed that southbound group somewhere south of Ozark, recognizing the bikes and our mutual friend Crazytrain in the lead. We turned around, figuring they'd stop to say hello, but they continued on. Because we hadn't had lunch and were heading in the opposite direction, we didn't chase them down.) I'd also been through there two weeks ago with my friends Danny and Kim (ref the video in my last post, filmed on that very road). I'd felt extremely confident on my Triumph Tiger two weeks ago, never out of control at speeds averaging 70 mph. On the CBRs this past weekend at significantly higher speeds, both Greg and I admitted to being a bit sloppy. It'd been some time since we'd "ridden the CBRs in anger" and it took most of that first day to shake out the cobwebs. There'd also been a fair amount of pine debris on the road surface from the storms the night before. For these reasons, Greg and I had both backed off the throttle a bit, but I can't help being reminded that an accident is just a thin margin of error removed. I often contemplate an accident scenario -- an overcooked corner, an imperfect and/or poorly evaluated road surface, an approaching vehicle with no respect for the centerline ... any of the dozens of potential pitfalls -- but I never punctuate my ruminations with death. Road rash. Bumps and bruises. Maybe a broken bone or two. These things I expect. Never death.
It's a sobering reminder that there's great risk in what we do. Group rides often bring out some rather unsavory dynamics. Never ride over your head. There's nothing to prove, nothing to gain, and everything to lose. "Ride your own ride." It's an oft-repeated and simple mantra. Sadly, I think it's very often an empty platitude with group rides. Blame peer pressure. Blame testosterone. Blame the simple courtesy of not wanting to hold up everyone else. It doesn't really matter why it happens. The simple truth is that it happens more often than not. At last year's rally, there were five crashes. Amazingly, there were no serious injuries. This year, there was only the one crash, but it was certainly one too many.
Personally, I think I'll be reevaluating my own participation in such group rides in the future. I honestly can't recall a single one where I haven't seen some seriously dangerous and stupid riding take place. And, yes, I'm honest enough to admit that some of that dangerous and stupid riding was done by yours truly.
My heart goes out to the wife and two daughters who thought Daddy was just going away for a fun weekend of riding the motorcycle he loved so much. I can't even imagine what it must have been like for his wife, having a Missouri State Trooper come to her door with no other information than "Ma'am, you need to contact the Oklahoma State Police." How long did it take to make that call, heart in her throat? How many times was she agonizingly put on hold and transferred from one person to another until she reached someone who gave her the worst of all possible news? And how do you deliver such dreadful news to your children?
Let's all be careful out there. Life is a very fragile thing.
I'd just been through there that morning with my friend Greg Ruffin, both of us mounted on our CBR1000RR's en route to Eureka Springs. (In fact, we passed that southbound group somewhere south of Ozark, recognizing the bikes and our mutual friend Crazytrain in the lead. We turned around, figuring they'd stop to say hello, but they continued on. Because we hadn't had lunch and were heading in the opposite direction, we didn't chase them down.) I'd also been through there two weeks ago with my friends Danny and Kim (ref the video in my last post, filmed on that very road). I'd felt extremely confident on my Triumph Tiger two weeks ago, never out of control at speeds averaging 70 mph. On the CBRs this past weekend at significantly higher speeds, both Greg and I admitted to being a bit sloppy. It'd been some time since we'd "ridden the CBRs in anger" and it took most of that first day to shake out the cobwebs. There'd also been a fair amount of pine debris on the road surface from the storms the night before. For these reasons, Greg and I had both backed off the throttle a bit, but I can't help being reminded that an accident is just a thin margin of error removed. I often contemplate an accident scenario -- an overcooked corner, an imperfect and/or poorly evaluated road surface, an approaching vehicle with no respect for the centerline ... any of the dozens of potential pitfalls -- but I never punctuate my ruminations with death. Road rash. Bumps and bruises. Maybe a broken bone or two. These things I expect. Never death.
It's a sobering reminder that there's great risk in what we do. Group rides often bring out some rather unsavory dynamics. Never ride over your head. There's nothing to prove, nothing to gain, and everything to lose. "Ride your own ride." It's an oft-repeated and simple mantra. Sadly, I think it's very often an empty platitude with group rides. Blame peer pressure. Blame testosterone. Blame the simple courtesy of not wanting to hold up everyone else. It doesn't really matter why it happens. The simple truth is that it happens more often than not. At last year's rally, there were five crashes. Amazingly, there were no serious injuries. This year, there was only the one crash, but it was certainly one too many.
Personally, I think I'll be reevaluating my own participation in such group rides in the future. I honestly can't recall a single one where I haven't seen some seriously dangerous and stupid riding take place. And, yes, I'm honest enough to admit that some of that dangerous and stupid riding was done by yours truly.
My heart goes out to the wife and two daughters who thought Daddy was just going away for a fun weekend of riding the motorcycle he loved so much. I can't even imagine what it must have been like for his wife, having a Missouri State Trooper come to her door with no other information than "Ma'am, you need to contact the Oklahoma State Police." How long did it take to make that call, heart in her throat? How many times was she agonizingly put on hold and transferred from one person to another until she reached someone who gave her the worst of all possible news? And how do you deliver such dreadful news to your children?
Let's all be careful out there. Life is a very fragile thing.
Labels: CBR1000RR, eureka springs, motorcycles, oklahoma, safety, sportbikes, Talimena Drive, ZZR1200
posted by Brian A. Hopkins at 9:22 PM
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